Once they were alone, the earl turned to her, his stance self-assured and confident. “We will resume speaking about the reason you are here.”

Her muscles tensed. He would punish her for attacking him. All men demanded retribution, it made them feel important.

He gave her a brazen stare, a sensuous light flickering in his charcoal grey eyes.. Devil curse him. He assumed she was a woman of loose morals. Resentment and rage flared her nostrils. In defiance of his arrogance, she stood erect—no man’s whore.

Once was enough.

“I have nothing to say.”

“Aye, you do. Or you will spend the remainder of your days here.”

“With you? What sort of man would take a woman from her mother’s deathbed?”

4 comments

  1. Mary Marvella // October 21, 2008 at 3:13 PM  

    You are so bad. 1 piece of candy at a time? More, please.

  2. Mary Ricksen // October 21, 2008 at 7:49 PM  

    That's just a tease!

  3. Scarlet Pumpernickel // October 22, 2008 at 12:42 AM  

    I want to read more! You must give us more! This is so interesting. I love Historicals!

  4. Joanne // October 22, 2008 at 8:56 AM  

    I love historicals, too. And I'm thrilled that they seem to be making a come-back.